Death Is Crawling Through My Bones

• Nivetha Nallailingam, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

I look. I spin. There’s nothing here.
A blur of faces through my tears.

I close. I stop. There’s more to this,
And yet my life is quite amiss.

I scream. Again. Nobody cares.
They wouldn’t know my crazy fears.

I laugh. No joke. There is no sound,
I wonder what happened to my ugly mouth.

No pain. No gain. He punches hard,
I double over, scream out loud.

I feel. I don’t.A numbing pain,
A hilted dagger in his way.

A dream. I wish. A coming force.
My husband with a bloody sword.

Some tears. Closed eyes. No-one knows.
Death is crawling through my bones.